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“Nor ever fold our wings,
And cease from wanderings,
Nor steep our brows in slumber’s holy balm;
Nor harken what the inner spirit sings,
‘There is no joy but calm!’"
Remember well, there is no joy, but calm.
A new kind of wellness.
Conversations with breadth. Meditations with depth.
The still point of a life well-lived.
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